George Knopf
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Entitled: Chapter 5
🕑 Added 2025-07-06 15:00:02 +0000 UTCFour years later
Like clockwork, Jon laid out their lunchtime feast. He decided to go for an elevated Americana theme today. The centerpiece was barbecue ribs, complemented with a mountain of herbaceous potato salad, extra moist cornbread, chili with a creamy base, and milkshakes stocked with mass gainer. The Dessert was spiced apple pie a la mode. The house was a confluence of smells that wafted throughout the neighborhood.
Quinn arrived home looking flustered. His tits and pot belly hung out of his threadbare muscle tee and bounced ferociously as he swung open the door. He scratched at the beard he grew to conceal his double chin and looked eagerly towards the dining room. His cock quivered in anticipation beneath his gym shorts. Unfortunately, he had work to do before he could eat.
“Jon!” he shouted. “I need your help. Val got stuck in the car again.”
Jon followed his hubby downstairs where Val sat frustrated in the hatchback.
“It took you forever. Get me out of here,” he demanded.
Quinn had bought a hatchback two years ago after Valentino outgrew the sedan. He hadn’t anticipated this would be a problem again so soon. Jon hopped into the drivers side and pushed while Quinn steadied Valentino on the opposite end. After a few difficult shoves Val was wedged loose and stood cautiously on his own two feet, wheezing. They had given up long ago on buying new clothes for Valentino, so his belly hung exposed from a T-shirt with tears in the armpits. His legs were bowed and his neck had disappeared. His body was covered in stretch marks. He looked insanely obese.
The only reason he was even in the car was because he had to go to the doctor. Otherwise, Valentino did not leave the house. For the past several years he ate himself into oblivion, growing fatter and fatter with each passing day. Yet, somehow he remained in denial about his obvious gluttony. To Valentino, he was still the hottest most glamorous guy in town, even if he couldn’t fit into any of his clothes and he never left the house. At most he would admit he was a little chubby, but only after he broke a piece of furniture or burst through a pair of pants.
Slowly and steadily, Val lumbered inside and the three men took a seat at the dining room table.
“This looks fabulous Jon, you’ve outdone yourself again,” Quinn smiled lovingly.
Quinn and Jon had met at a party a couple years ago. Jon was an up and coming chef working one of Quinn’s dad’s soirees and the two hit it off immediately. There was only one problem: Valentino. Quinn and Val were still roommates and their feeder/feedee relationship had escalated. In fact, Quinn was downright obsessed with seeing how big he could grow Valentino. And even though he was falling in love with Jon, his libido couldn’t shake Val. It eventually got to the point where Quinn felt like he was cheating, and so he confessed everything.
Jon’s response? “I want in.” Quinn had been transfixed with Valentino for so long that he had never actually considered the concept of a weight gain fetish, but Jon filled in all the blanks. In fact, Jon had been covertly fattening Quinn up for months and Quinn hadn’t even noticed. All of this was earth shattering to Quinn who wasted no timing in exploring the gainer community. His relationship with Jon progressed naturally and eventually the three men bought a house together.
During that first year of living with Jon, Valentino put on a hundred pounds. Quinn had never seen anything like it. The twink from college was now completely buried in lard. He was no longer recognizable. Eventually, he hit four hundred pounds on the scale and never slowed down. Now, the boys were pushing him towards five hundred.
“More,” Valentino grunted once his plate was cleared.
Jon piled more food in front of the hungry hog and made sure Quinn was eating up as well. Once they were all finished, Quinn and Valentino moved to the bedroom. They had a custom made bed that filled half the room and was built with steel supports for the three of them. A CPAP machine rested on one nightstand next to a sunken imprint in the mattress where Valentino always slept. Quinn helped Valentino out of his clothes and into bed as Jon reappeared with a tank of gainer shake connected to a funnel.
Quinn stared at the heaping mounds of blubber that composed Valentino as Jon strapped the former twink into the funnel. No matter how big Val grew, Quinn was entranced. His eyes scanned the belly fat spilling all over the bed, striated up and down with red stretch marks and dimpled with cellulite. Valentino’s elbows and knees were but creases where the fat couldn’t grow. His arms looked small and childlike compared to how expansive his stomach was. Quinn’s cock swelled into an erection.
Jon disappeared for a bit while Quinn stroked himself, then reappeared with another funnel set up. Quinn cocked his head in surprise.
“You got another one… for me? Fuck, I don’t know babe,” Quinn patted the pot belly pushing at his hard on. “I’m already gaining so fast because of you. I’m up almost ten pounds since last month, thirty since the holidays.”
“Your cock doesn’t seem to have any reservations about it,” Jon said confidently. “In fact, it seems pretty excited.”
Jon stepped forward and shoved the tube in Quinn’s mouth before he could protest. Jon patted the side of Quinn’s belly, which was softer than it appeared, as if to say “atta boy.” Indeed, Quinn had swelled significantly since meeting Jon. The jock body of his college days had fully transformed. A belly hung off his waist like that of a middle aged dad. The strong arms and chest of his youth was still there, underneath a buttery coating that was expanding by the day. Jon was determined to keep Quinn on this path, as he rubbed the man’s belly and whispered sweet words of encouragement in his ear.
The funnel feeding worked Quinn up beyond his imagination, and soon enough he scooted Valentino onto his side so they could fuck while they chugged. Jon stroked himself as he watched his piggy pork his hog. With the gainer shakes downed, Jon saddled up behind Quinn whose ass looked like two soft balls of dough. With a bit of lube he slid his cock inside of Quinn who immediately began to orgasm. Quinn’s muscles tightened beneath layers of quivering fat and he pumped a load into the mass that was Valentino. Jon followed shortly after.
As they lay cuddled in bed, Jon and Quinn heard a wheezy, “Help.” They looked up towards Valentino. His arm was outstretched reaching downward for… his cock? Quinn and Jon looked at each other in disbelief. Both men got out of bed to get a better look. Indeed, Valentino struggled to reach his own cock, the head of which poked out from the rolls of fat surrounding it. He looked desperate to relieve himself.
“You know,” Quinn said. “He used to gloat about having the biggest cock in town. Now, he can’t even reach it.”
Jon chuckled. “Let alone see it.”
Comments
Poppa Jim
Love ❤️ it. I am encouraged by the word 'chapter'
Nick
Wonderful chapter! Great to see them both like that 😁
